An Exorcist

What an excellent day for an exorcism...

Now, an exorcist it seems
Battles evil in our dreams
And kills demons by any means.

"Fear the priest.  Mer-r-r-r-rin!!!"
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Strength shoulders a priest's belief
So God may grant him relief
And not drown within his grief.

"I think I lost my faith."
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The demon uses lies
With hatred on the rise
And we become its' guise.

"Keep away, the sow is mine!"
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Its' goal is to make us despair
To the point where we're unaware
And leaves an emptiness to bare.

"He brought you low by his blood-stained quest."
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Within, a brooding evil grows
All goodness there-after goes
And self-mutilation flows.

"Let Jesus fuck you!!!  Let Jesus fuck you!!!"
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A battle that can usually take days
Has left his mind in a state of malaise
And with eluded faith, hope's out of phase.

"Your mother sucks cocks in Hell, you faithless slime!"
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But something inside shines through
Into the depths of Hell this is true
And the power of Christ compels you.

"I cast you out, unclean spirit!"
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In the end the priest took the demon inside
He crashed through a window, the great suicide
And upon the street they both finally died.

"Ego et absolvo in nomine patris et filli,
et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen."